"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that Ginny obviously had some sort of premonition or something with that unicorn…I've read all about this kind of thing." Hermione said, flustered looking and stressed.

Harry sat on the edge of his large maroon armchair in he and Hermione's bedroom. Hermione was busily pacing in front of him, her faced scrunched in concentration.

"Well, one thing is obvious. She has the gift." Harry said, looking up at Hermione as if for confirmation.

"Yes, yes that's true…she definitely has it…but how did she get it?"

"Can't you be born with it?"

"No, it has to be passed down…but the ministry keeps a list of all those who have it, dating back to when it was first discovered…and no one on that list was related to the Weasley's."

Their eyes met, chocolate brown into hazy emerald. Harry saw the stress in her eyes, the way she was when she was fed up when books failed her.

"Honey…don't stress yourself this way…Ginny will be alright." Harry said, standing up and wrapping Hermione in his arms, resting his head on hers.

"I'm just worried…what if this means something serious?" Hermione said quietly, looking up into her husbands loving eyes.

"They have been through rough times before…they can take care of themselves…" their faces were so close now, their eyes staring deep into the others. "I'm sure this time will be no different."

Hermione's eyes still held worry, but Harry couldn't hold back. The feeling of her warm breath, the smoothness of her soft skin…it drove him over the edge. His mouth found hers in a swift motion and he felt Hermione give in to him.

Their lips moved as one, spreading taste and sending tingles down their spines.

Their lips parted and they gazed into eachothers eyes once more.

"Don't worry…they will be okay." Harry said once more. He couldn't have been more wrong.

* * * * *

The dark forest loomed in front of a cloudless sky, it's moon standing still as death in it's heart. Stars could not be seen through the thick branches of darker than dark black, a heavy canopy weaving it's way throughout the forest, shielding it's cover from light.

No wind blew, no creatures stirred. The night sat still and lifeless, much like an empty graveyard filled with nothing but death and decay.

The only sound that penetrated the air was the soft padding of bare feet among the dead ground. Raspy breathing emitted itself through the night, white cold mist forming from dry chapped lips.

Red hair danced merciless behind her, locks curling and spreading to fill the emptiness she felt. Heart beats raced dangerously close, the steady rising of a nervous central muscle that functioned for more than life.

The trees stretched on forever, a deep sea of dark and decaying wood that emitted an eeriness beneath the thick intertwining canopy.

Suddenly a light appeared, a pale blue white light that could have been nothing but the moon. It formed a spotlight only meters ahead, and her legs wouldn't give up yet.

Running towards it, she saw the bright whiteness of beauty standing amidst a blue field, a symbol of hope and life that still gave off depressing beams with one look at it's sad violet eyes.

She fell on her knees, her chest aching and heaving beneath her. Craning her neck, her crystal blue eyes fell upon the unicorn.

It's golden horn glimmered in the pale moonlight, it's white coat setting off a kind of shimmering glow that strived to have the same affect that a star would have, standing alone amidst a midnight sky.

The unicorns eyes met her crystal blue ones, a kind of bond or connection forming between the two interlocked minds.

You have found me once again. Now see with your mind, and fear not with your heart. A soft voice said in the back of her mind, echoing its way through her thoughts.

A bright white flash hit her and darkness crept over her once again, only when she opened her eyes it was not a beautiful unicorn she was facing, but a dark and demon-like man.

Kneeling in front of him, she felt so vulnerable. Their eyes met, hard cold metal into terrified pastel.

"You are a disgrace! A disgrace to my name, and a disgrace to me!" his voice echoed deep and thundering through the pitch blackness of the room.

She didn't know what to say, her heart pounding in her head and her blood pulsing cold. Her mind blanked as she stared into his angry and loathing face, something that frightened her to the bone.

"Have you nothing to say for yourself woman?" the man bellowed again, his dark eyes bearing down on hers, his eyebrows furrowed in hatred.

She knew what was going to happen even before he lifted his hand. And when the blow hit her, it was as if it were a loud bang amidst a deafened scene.

The shock hit her like a wave of scarlet heat and pain. She toppled over, the numbness subsiding to the increasing agony of pain.

She fell hard on the floor, adding to the already widespread ache throughout her body. She lay there, no sounds befalling upon her range of hearing except the gasps emitted from her lungs.

She couldn't bear to move, the sheer thought of it chilled her. What if he came back? What if he struck her again?

She felt someone shake her and thinking it was the man, opened her mouth to scream…

Opening her eyes, she found herself staring right into the familiar steel gray eyes she had become so accustomed to.

"Gin, oh Gin are you okay?" a smooth and concerned voice spoke to her, it's very tune soothing her beyond any remedy known to man.

She felt her chest heave and sigh, a calming breath that made her feel so much better.

"You were talking in your sleep, mumbling something, and then you screamed." Draco said, his hand tracing its way down her tear stained cheek.

"I-I…I was dreaming…I saw the same scene I had seen in the forest…only it was me in place of the woman…and I could see the mans face…oh god his eyes…" she couldn't continue. Her eyes filled and her throat grew dry with approaching sobs.

She had been so scared…so scared beyond anything she had ever felt. And now that everything was okay and she was awake, she couldn't help feeling that she had to get justice upon the person who had suffered the pain she witnessed only in a dream.

* * * * *

"Come here, Nagini." A stern voice bellowed into the darkness of the old run down house. A large snake slithered into the small, almost empty room, it's scales black with outlined diamonds and it's eyes a brightly colored red.

The room was dark except for the fireplace, where a roaring fire was playfully jumping about, unaware of the terror in the room just beyond it's burning reach.

The snake slid over towards a dark maroon arm chair, in which a young man was sitting. The man had short dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes that glinted with a hint of madness.

"M-My lord…?" a timid voice spoke out from the darkness. A short and tired looking man had just entered the room, his hair like sand and his eyes like fear.

"Yes, Wormtail." The man in the armchair spoke again, his eyes fixated on the fire, red glints of light flickering in his eyes.

"I-I was wondering…umm…" the shorter man began, his voice shaking and his hands trembling in his pockets. "if you could tell me exactly why we are here and why you are using that muggles body."

The man in the armchair began to laugh dangerously, a laugh that rang out in the darkness, evil licking his very tongue. Wormtail began to shake convulsively from anxiety; even he feared the terrible power the figure in front of him possessed.

He had witnessed what that power could do.

"I don't expect you to understand, what with that small brain of yours and that less than capable courage you claim to possess."

The man stood up suddenly, his hands folding behind his back. He stood in front of the fire for a moment, thinking deeply. Closing his eyes, an evil grin spread across his face.

It was held there as he turned to face Wormtail, who was standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his face one of complete terror.

"Oh relax a bit Wormtail…you need some," the man began, taking a swift step towards Wormtail, grabbing him by the cloak and lifting him off the ground with utter ease. "confidence." He finished, smiling maliciously.

Dropping Wormtail, he stood there, his arms folded, his eyes fixed on the tiny man who was trying to gather himself on the floor.

"You know the reason for my return to this place," the man said, his eyes wandering around the room, his attention wavering. "You just don't know it yet." His gaze shifted back to Wormtail, a penetrating gaze that seemed to burn through any defense poor old Peter could have put up.

"I-I do?" He stuttered, staring timidly up at the man.

"Yes, in fact, if you were smarter, as my other faithful companions are, then you would have guessed by now." The evil glint stayed in his eyes, something anyone would fear to the pit of their soul.

Wormtail didn't quite know what to say to that, so he sat there on the floor, implored and terrified.

"Aren't you even going to take a guess at it, Wormtail?"

Pettigrew glanced around the room nervously for a second, and then it hit him. He had tried not to think about it, and his brain had obviously pushed it aside for it was just now surfacing as a possible explanation.

"It's not…her…is it?" he said, his voice wavering slightly at the lighting up of his masters face.

"Yes yes…very good Wormtail. It IS her…she has escaped. Why else did you think I obtained this poor muggles body?"

"I wasn't sure, my lord…"

"Yes, well now that you have figured my situation out, perhaps you can aid me in finding her."

"Y-Yes, Lord Voldemort."

* * * * *

"Goodafternoon Ginny dear!" Mollie Weasley said joyfully, greeting her only daughter. A bright sun glared high in the sky, it's rays warm and true shining down on the burrow.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I'm fine thank you." Ginny answered politely, holding Draco's hand in her's and making her way towards the living room.

"Look who's here!" George bellowed, a warm smile on his goofy face. His wife sat on the couch, looking terminally exhausted. She smiled weakly when Ginny walked in, and then put a hand on her very large stomach and closed her eyes.

"When is the baby due?" Ginny asked her, kneeling next to the couch.

"In a week or two actually," George's wife said, smiling excitedly yet tiredly at Ginny. "And old George has been no help…he keeps strutting around all happy and such…causing such a racket, I haven't had a good nights sleep in days!"

Ginny laughed happily and turned around, seeing Draco engaged in an animated conversation with Charlie and his wife. It still amazed her just how well Draco fit in with her family.

"Afternoon Weasley's!" Arthur Weasley shouted merrily as he entered the living room, a golden smile on his face.

"Hey daddy!" Ginny said, wrapping her father up in a hug and kissing his cheek softly. She pulled away and saw the large smile still on his face. "What's the smile for?"

His eyes glittered and he stood so pompously. Everyone in the living room, which was literally EVERYONE in the Weasley family, quieted down and was now watching him.

"Something very special has happened today…something very special indeed…"

"You've found a new muggle plug, haven't you?" Fred said very seriously, looking up at his father while his siblings stifled laughs.

"Almost as good as that Fred!" Mr. Weasley said, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "I am now, the new…Minister of Magic!"

"No way." Ron shouted, a bit too loudly even though it didn't seem to matter as now everyone was standing up, hugging or shaking hands or downright applauding the man standing in front of them.

"I am proud to say that my father is the Minister of Magic now, though I still argue that Mr. Crouch should have taken over instead of Fudge, HE would have done a much better job." Percy said pompously, shaking his fathers hand curtly.

"Oh come now, your not still obsessed with Crouch now are ya?" Fred asked, turning to Percy with a disgusted and puzzled look on his face.

"At least I had a worthwhile job at the Ministry, while you sat there playing pranks on everyone!" Percy said, eyeing his younger brother with detest before turning towards the kitchen, marching proudly out of it. He apparently thought he had won the argument, because he didn't come back.

"Come on, into the kitchen everyone! Lunch!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from the kitchen, a large apple pie resting on a towel in her hands.

The whole lot of them marched into the kitchen, Ginny and Draco trailing behind them.

"That's great news that your father got the top Ministry job." Draco said, turning Ginny to look into her eyes. She smiled at him and planted a small kiss on his lips.

"I'm not that hungry, why don't we go out back?" she said, gazing hopefully into his steel eyes.

"Alright…let's go."

They walked out through the backdoor, shouting to everyone that they would be right back. Stepping through the field behind the Burrow, they walked towards the woods.

"You know, sometimes when I look at your family, I wish that I had grown up with them…they are just so whole and so together, it's like a group that will never split." Draco said softly, his eyes ahead of him and his hand in Ginny's.

"Yea, I guess you could say we are very close. Of course we had to be, we've been through some rough times…but we've always pulled through." Ginny stopped suddenly, turning Draco to face her.

She stood there for a moment, just staring up into his eyes, a small smile spreading across her face. The wind whipped past them, clouds beginning to cover the sun.

Standing on her toes, she leaned up and kissed his lips, placing her hands on his shoulders. Draco's shoulders relaxed and he wrapped his arms around her, wrapping her up in his embrace.

The wind blew her fire hair around her, spinning them in a sea of red waves. They pulled apart slowly, and a smile crept over Draco's face.

"What was that for?"

Ginny looked up at him, a shadow passing over her face, her hands still planted neatly on his chest. She shifted her gaze down and then back up, nervousness in her eyes.

"I have to search for her. I have to know what happened." She said softly, her eyes fixated on his. She saw the smile disapeer from his face and concern replace it in his eyes.

"You don't mean your going back to the field, do you?" he said, grabbing her shoulders tightly. She shook beneath his strength, seeing a hint of anger flash in his eyes. She choked back a sob and glanced down at the ground.

Shaking, she raised her gaze to his eyes again, more strongly this time. "I have to save her, Draco…whether your going to help me or not."

Her eyes were blazing now, a burst of anger within her. Who was he to tell her no? She was a grown woman, she could make her own decisions. And to her, this was a very important decision that she felt she had to do.

Draco glared at her, anger fueling through him, along with extreme worry. "Gin, it is too dangerous! You could get hurt!"

"Get hurt by a unicorn, Draco?" she retorted, stepping back from him, a look of disbelief on her face. "Even if something does happen, I can take care of myself!"

Draco stood there, looking at his wife in astonishment. He felt the anger that had built up in his chest fade and felt extreme depression fill it. If anything happened, he could lose the one person in his life who kept him living, the one person who had given him the chance to be a better person…the one person who he loved.

"Virginia…" he said quietly, staring into her fiery blue eyes. "Please…I am only concerned about you…if I ever lost you, I…I just don't know what I'd do." His eyes fell to the ground and he felt his body trembling from extreme emotion.

Ginny felt her heart drop. How could I have been so stupid? She thought angrily, feeling tears fall down her cheeks. Draco fell to his knees and put his hands over his face, overcoming his rushing anger and emotion.

Ginny dropped to the ground, wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…you'll never lose me, I promise…I swear to it…" she muttered softly, cupping his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her. "I promise…"

He wrapped her in his arms and held her there, feeling her tears hit the back of his neck. He pulled her face towards his, touching his forehead to hers, his breath heavy and slightly ragged.

"I love you Virginia…I never want to lose you…never."

"You never will." Ginny said softly after a short pause, tears streaking down her face still. She only knew one thing, and one thing only. She had to help the unicorn, while helping Draco as well…because even though this mystery needed solving, and she might be the only one to solve it, her own partner needed her just as she needed him.